POV: Victoria He kept mute and just stared at me, his hands holding mine on the table. He didn’t need to say too much, his silence and action were enough evidence that he meant what he was saying to me. He doesn’t look too good either, I could tell that he feels hurt. He doesn’t want to hurt me, but he has no choice."I don't understand," I whispered to him, my voice trembling. "How can I be your sister, Marisol? I've lived my whole life as Victoria, and I have a family. I have a mom and a dad, I even have a sister. Eloise and Austin Kendall are my parents, not some kidnappers you are making them out to be. You need to stop saying these things about my family, I don’t want to lose our friendship, but I will walk away if you don’t stop right now.If you think I’m your sister because I look like you, then what about Claire?!Is she your sister too?Well, news flash, pretty boy. Claire looks nothing like you, and she is my sister. So how do you explain that?" I asked him furiously, tr
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